All I Want...

Right now I'm hiding in the house. Last night my front tooth was chipped- and I mean CHIPPED. About a third of it is gone, not to be found, and it's scary to touch and look at. Not only do I look like a convict but tomorrow I have to go to what is still a new job looking like a convict. And just to brilliantly signpost my broken front tooth, my chin is also covered in a not so discreet clear plaster after my tooth took out some chin on the merry way to freedom.

We were all at a friend's holiday house celebrating her 23rd birthday when a friend decided to flying tackle me from the trampoline. Unfortunately I landed on the lantern I was carrying. Possibly the hardest part was trying to convince a group of munted friends that something was in fact wrong. It was very "I've lost a tooth", "Yeah man, I know what you mean". Consequently I forgot to look for my tooth bit. Which is kind of sad, because I've had that tooth for a long time.

And now I have so much dentist action to look forward to...